You Look Good Like That

Everybody's got a little thing or two Buried deep inside like a cursed jewel Knock your balance off, rattle in the cage There goes my sweetheart with a road rage So many colors to your misery I think it's time to share an epiphany The very things that you hate the most Are the ones that I don't I think you look good like that With your hair pulled back On your first cigarette Like the day we met I think you look good that way In your jet-black shades Still a true suffragette Like the day we met I'm the same as you, I got a scar or three Covered up no doubt and I can guarantee It's all a state of mind that gets you guessin' Maybe they're just perfect imperfections So many colors to your misery I think it's time to share an epiphany The very things that you hate the most Are the ones that I don't I think you look good like that With your hair pulled back On your first cigarette Like the day we met I think you look good that way In your jet-black shades Still a true suffragette Like the day we met So, what you think? I'll just wait here by the door Don't know the answers to the questions you look for There ain't a book, there ain't a remedy or cure To make the changin' And get the fixin' done I think you look good like that With your hair pulled back On your first cigarette Like the day we met I think you look good that way In your jet-black shades Still a true suffragette Like the day we met